[ Having quickly reached how many sweets he could consume between cakes and desserts and sugary cocktails, the alcohol is hitting him surprisingly hard. In fact, that the alcohol is hitting him at all is a little surprising in itself. And, yet, it shouldn't be: he couldn't really remember how he'd gotten here, wasn't really sure if this was just a dream, and so, he'd gravitated towards her.
He'd have followed her anywhere, his trust a thing that is hard to win but absolute, which is why he finds himself seated on this chessboard, her in his lap.
His trousers are pooled at the knee, waistcoat unbuttoned, starch-white collar stained with lipstick. He grips her thigh to keep himself from moving against her, hard enough to leave a bruise tomorrow in a matching shade. ]
Why, you sick of this game already?
[ Leaning in, he spreads his palm across her back, solidly, drawing them flush together. ]
Re: natasha romanova — marvel cinematic.
He'd have followed her anywhere, his trust a thing that is hard to win but absolute, which is why he finds himself seated on this chessboard, her in his lap.
His trousers are pooled at the knee, waistcoat unbuttoned, starch-white collar stained with lipstick. He grips her thigh to keep himself from moving against her, hard enough to leave a bruise tomorrow in a matching shade. ]
Why, you sick of this game already?
[ Leaning in, he spreads his palm across her back, solidly, drawing them flush together. ]
You could always forfeit.